Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
Throw another one up in the grave, I don’t need an AK
But a double-sided blade in the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I’m the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
I’m a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
f#ck the fame, f#ck the drugs, I’m on cloud nine
I meditate, f#ck Lavey, you’re so fake divine
I’ll bring you back to life to shoot you in your f#cking face
The Black Mage, flip the page while I burn sage
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out beam)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out beam)
So many people all around me, yet I feel so alone
I’m a dead man walkin’, zombies singin’ my song
You want that f#ck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida’s finest, you’ll find us inside that broke down hoopty
People in front of my face
But they really wanna bust a hole in my back
I been on go for a minute
But they really wanna move me off of my track
Yeah, I got a b#tch but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin’
But still roam with the rats
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f#ck with me, yuh (You f#ck with me)
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
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